Antics

So we hear this whimpering coming from the dining room, and this is what we found. Desmond had crawled up under his exersaucer and tried to stand up, thereby trapping himself in the turned-up seat. He couldn't find a way out of this predicament, so he eyed us sorrowfully from his leghole. He was clearly hoping that we, his loving and nurturing parents, would promptly save him. Being the evil bastards that we are, we went and got the camera instead.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm calling Child Protection Services...now what's yr area code again ?